Sebastian groaned as rolled out of bed, whacking heads with Bella. "Aw, shi-"
"No problem," she muttered, rubbing her head forcefully in an attempt to rid herself of the the pain echoing around her head. "Man, you need glasses."
"No I do not!" He said, shocked. "It's first thing in the morning. What do you expect?"
"Good point," she grumbled.
He dressed quickly. He paused, frowning. They aren't here. He knew that, as sure as his own name. They didn't want to see him, he didn't want to see them- it worked out pretty well. Even with the good relationship Dauntless and Erudite had, they wouldn't forgive him for going to them. And he wouldn't forgive them for the pain they inflicting on his childhood.
"Come on," Bella said softly. "Let's go see."
They picked their way through the assortment of beds, before making their way to the pit, where there was a gathering of people. There was a table of refreshments. And there was very little people. Despite everything, Sebastian couldn't stop himself searching for the brown hair of his parents- to no avail. By his side, Bella was doing the same, but her yes lit up when she spotted the same red hair as her own. She sped down the steps, a grin plastered on her face, before giving her mother a tight hug. Sebastian felt a sting of jealousy- he hadn't wanted his parents to come, but he hadn't wanted to leave them either.
He descended the steps slowly, watching everyone else with their parents. The dauntless born initiates were laughing and joking with their parents, but all the other parents- from other factions- were looking around uncomfortably, chatting awkwardly with their children.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, Bella beckoned him over. He came towards them, almost embarrassed. "Hello," he said to Bella's mother, who bore a striking resemblance to her daughter. They had the same hair, cheekbones, nose and eyes. Sebastian wondered idly what her father looked like.
"Hello." They lady smiled warmly. "I'm Layla. Your parents aren't here?" He voice was soft and kind. Amity.
"No. I suppose- I suppose it's better." Layla nodded.
"It's strange, being back here. How is the cake?" Sebastian laughed.
"Delicious."
"I'm glad to find that hadn't changed." A silence followed, before she to Bella. "Do you have a tattoo?" Bella grinned sheepishly now, rolling back her sleeve to show the wolf. "Who drew that?" Layla asked, eyes widening.
"Me," Sebastian said, suddenly feeling self conscious.
"It's beautiful. You should work at the tattoo parlour."
"Uhh..." Sebastian began, but Layla waved a hand.
"I'll talk to Alice."
"I - uh- thanks." He found himself smiling, and feeling surprisingly at ease.